The Forgotten
by Katelyn Jun 6, 2006
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We pass them on the street...as a thing of unimportance...a thing of the past....just because we don't understand what they are going through, that doesn't make them freaks...they maybe ask for a little money, so just spare a penny...they might be missing teeth, and they might have dirty feet...they only drink to get rid of their pain...some live in shelters,and some live in boxes...but the rest are living where we would hate to, the street...so appreciate what you have so you won't be one of the forgotten. |
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18 years ago
by Ren
Wow, I've never seen a poem like that! Great job, it's really true. You have talent chicka, Keep it up! Oh, by the way this is Abbey's friend. She told me to check you out, and so I did!
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18 years ago
by Cassie
Enjoyed readign this poem
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18 years ago
by Katelyn
Katelyn i say that this poem is a very good poem and i am happy that you could come up with this and i think that it is so hard but any ways i really like your poem and don't stop writting more poems katelyn.
